I didn’t tell him much about my dad, because I don’t
know much. I just knew my dad’s name, his birthday, and
where he came from.
Three weeks went by . . . and my dad called me.
For like ten years, I had been trying to reach him. I’d
been looking for him since I was sixteen. I did not think he
would mnd him. And this dude straight found my daddy in
three weeks.
I was crying, because I recognized the voice immediately.
He started telling me stuĉ about my family, that only the
family would know.
After the call, my mind went racing. God or not, I
thought to myself, Damn, I’m not really going to honor this. I
can’t really marry this dude. I don’t even remember what he
looks like.
He had a Myspace page, and his picture on his Myspace
page was so damn little, you couldn’t see what this
motherfucker looked like. I called him up, still crying after
talking to my dad.
Tiffany: “Man I’m so grateful. You found him. I don’t
know if I can honor our agreement. I don’t even
remember what you really look like. ͳe pictures you
got online is wack.”Ex-Husband: “We going to see each other. We going
to see each other.”I didn’t believe him. He was across the country from me.